“Master, would you please come down to the great hall?”
What’s up? I don’t mind, but it’s unusual for Bridgette to ask me something like that.
She would usually say, “What Master thinks is justice, and everything else is evil! It’s laughable to give instructions to such a master!”
I headed for the hall with Bridgette, wondering if something serious had happened.
Or is Bridgette up to something? It’s her, after all.
I thought there was a possibility that she wanted me to choose a collar she had a leather craftsman make for her.
Should I turn back now?
But, from the look on her face, it doesn’t seem like it was about that sort of thing.
“What is it, Master? I’m afraid I’ll get pregnant if you stare at me that much… Wait! Don’t tell me Master wants to have a child with me…”
“How can that be? And if one can make a woman pregnant just by staring at her, then he’s just a monster.”
If it were about collars lined up in the hall, Bridgette would be this easygoing.
With how the slaves are standing there with dignity, like usual, I guess they might be talking about work or management of the Black Rose.
“And by the way, Bridgette, if there’s anything in your mind that you want me to do, feel free to tell me. I don’t want to disrespect Bridgette’s feelings just because I’m your master. If there’s something you don’t like, you can ask me to stop, and if there’s something you want me to do, I’ll listen to you and see if I can—”
Even if she’s that Bridgette, I’m sure I’ve heard incorrectly about wanting to have a child. Yes, I’m sure I heard her wrong.
“I want to have a child with you, Master. And I guess it isn’t much that of a big deal for you, Master, so—”
“No— Stop right there. It’s a big deal. You’ll have to take on the responsibility of two people at once. And did you forget that we are still students?”
Damn, I didn’t mishear.
My hearing is still fine.
It was just her head that was strange.
“… N-no way?”
“No, you can’t have kids even with that look on your face.”